of torpor And horror succeeds hypocrisy Last judgement will be proclaimed For a long time the executioner waits for them He won't have a pity The fire
I'm seconds from meeting with the minds berg had to offer And feed my thoughts to Christ to the altar I wake up on a red floor Axing a dead whore My dick
will Nostradamus [2x] He has overcome He can take the throne Nostradamus; vindication Nostradamus; is avenged Nostradamus; our salvation Nostradamus; he's avenged I walked through fire
or serve in heaven choose an altar or throne All Commandments and the laws of man disown Now eat the fruit of knowledge unto no one ye atone Into the fire
I lay as this sacrifice to this unholy altar The evil inside Satan; Satan sit and watch me die Demented screams, tortured beings, where's your hope, where
waters of storm Temples raised from the skulls of dead victims in battle for god All altars praised as the lamb changes form for prayer Burning fires
black...black [Chorus] The black shrine is hidden In a cave of stinking moss Blood Monk is kneeling At his black altar He lights the kindling fire And
eternity As fear be their martyr Draped in darkest ebony Upon the altar darkness reaches through my soul Enchanting in the garden be thy kingdom on the throne
in fire ? The creator of sin Dark prince, he has come to claim his throne Rise of the beast, sacrifice the child Innocent blood, stains the altar ? Pagan
of Satan Cut, cut, so deeply cut, drain your life for me High above the cosmic sky, thrones of black await Far below the black soiled earth, thrones of fire
at hight as we stand on the edge of black abysmal thrones of death, thrones of fire, burning infant victims in the pit of hellish fire endlessly on this
mighty kingdom Realm of the shadows forever reigning, Like eternal darkness... In the name of Satan Dark ancient rites summon the horned God Altar of death, altar
fall of the fence For my content, and satisfaction Is conspicuously its absence I see reflections of my suffocating destiny But I oblate upon thy throne and altar
Behold the vast dismal hall beneath the black moutain and the great ebony throne in the middle of it. See the ancient god sitting upon this throne and
in darkness. Burned by the flames of hell! Shadows of the throne, This is the hour of Satan. The abyss unfolds. I shall forever be burned, by the fires
- forever We're running out of time Prophecy - is calling Prophecy - for mankind You cannot run away Then the angel took the censer Filled it with the fire from the altar
gun was empty, And she knew she couldn't win, But her final prayer was answered When the rifles fired again. There were seven Spanish angels, at the Altar